so it turns out that there ARE actual pigs in Spain, but I did not see a one of them, only their legs, deliciously air-cured and hanging in bars and cafés and restaurants and town squares (Trevélez) and grocery stores. I saw sheep and horses and goats and one eagle and many dogs. Where are the pigs? Then I saw this cabeza and I figured it belonged to one of the many deliciously air-cured legs. I have never prepared the head of a pig and I imagine it is incredibly gross, but seeing this in the Boqueria did not make me want to become a vegetarian as it did a few of my workmates. A pig head! You can also buy olives and cheeses and beautiful fruits and vegetables within yards of this cabeza, but the cabeza is much more fascinating.
held's is the place to go for old-fashioned butcher shop ambience and the hypnotic aromas of smoked meats and aged cheeses. it is the stop to make if you are traveling to or from middle-of-nowhere wisconsin north of milwaukee. if you are a vegetarian forget it.
This is an Egyptian thing I saw at the Field Museum. I think this is what I would have done if I had lived back then, drawn royal cartoons.
these are four of the more than 100,000 photos I took of tiles and repeating patterns in Spain. OK, maybe not 100,000, but that is how you might feel if you looked at all my pictures. They were irresistible.
This is how the world should be: you walk into a bar, order a cortado, a glass of beer, a croissant, tomato bread with air-cured ham and aged cheese. This is how the world should be. This is Spain.
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